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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 4, 2012 12:50:45 GMT -5
Marley didn't seem convinced. At all. Everett should have expected that, but when she dropped the cans and turned to him, she already knew his motives. The expression on her face was serious. "Sorry," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. At least she'd accepted she was good at it, even if she didn't want others to know about it. "Why don't you want to share it with the world? Just out of curiosity?" He did feel quite honored to be the only other person to know about it though. Maybe Marley felt somewhat okay but showing him this...or maybe he'd just followed her here.
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 4, 2012 18:55:07 GMT -5
"I'm not a particular fan of the world, and the world isn't a particular fan of me," Marley said as if it weren't a big deal - as if many people had the same problems she had. "In these wall nobody can judge me or tell me I'm wrong or..." she sighed.
"It just easier this way," she concluded, figuring details were too much for anyone. She didn't like to think about them and figured an upbeat spirit live Everett wouldn't want to either. He seemed pretty downed just my Marley expressing there were probably people with intentions to do evil with their powers at school.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 4, 2012 19:00:20 GMT -5
"That's all you have to say?" That the world wasn't a fan of her and she wasn't a fan of it? Everett somehow expected more. Something more insightful. A better reasoning, but that's all she gave him. "I could judge you. I mean, I'm not going to, but I could. Not everyone is going to...but I get that." He didn't exactly tell anybody he was writing a graphic novel, now did he? Sure, he carried it around everywhere, but everybody just thought it was another dorky comic book he was reading.
"Easier? Don't you ever feel like you're...I don't know, missing out in life by not actively being a part of it?"
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 4, 2012 19:29:34 GMT -5
Marley couldn't help but consider this. But it didn't take long for her to know how to answer. "I've had enough of an 'active' part in life for one lifetime. Probably two..." She chuckled. "Taking an active part in life is just where the trouble starts sometimes," she continued.
"Sometimes as soon as you start doing something, they rip it all away," she softened her voice as she reached this part of her explanation. "They can't rip this all away. They can tear the building down, sure. But... they can't rip away what it means to me."
She briefly acknowledged that this was probably the longest conversation she'd had with a singular person since her therapy session.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 4, 2012 19:46:16 GMT -5
"So, you just want to sit back and watch everything happen from a distance?" Everett asked curiously. Even if bad stuff happened, it was still boring to just watch everything happen from afar and to never actually be involved. "Sure, it starts trouble sometimes to get involved in life, but what's the point in avoiding everything? Shit happens." He didn't quite understand Marley's outlook. Then again, he probably wasn't supposed to, but it still bothered him.
"Some abandoned building isn't the only thing that isn't going to be ripped away from you, you know. For instance, the snow ball. It's an experience. The academies hold it every year. What bad thing could happen to you at that?
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 4, 2012 21:50:54 GMT -5
"You mean an auditorium full of sweaty overdressed teenagers who judge you based on the amount of money that looks like your dress is worth and the height of the heels on your shoes? Yeah not exactly my cup of tea," Marley rolled her eyes at the thought. "Plus in case you haven't notice I'm not much of a 'socialite'" She placed air quotes around the last word to mock it even more.
She hated people. That was the general problem. And sure, every now and then there was a decent individual. Like Ghandi. Or her old social worker - Pam. But people as a whole annoyed the fuck out of Marley and she would just rather avoid them.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 4, 2012 22:07:44 GMT -5
"Sure it's a overheating auditorium with a lot of teenagers in really expensive clothing, but not every single one of them judges you. Besides, it's the experience of it. Just doing it to do it. To say that you did. Besides, it's hilarious to laugh at the people who are judging each other. Because it's ridiculous. And every once in a while, two girls have the same dress and oh man, that shit's gold." Everett grinned over in Marley's direction, stifling laughter. "But seriously, it's a hell of an experience. You're missing out on life, just because you've already made up your mind about it. It sucks and that's the end of it. Not all of it sucks." He fell silent for a moment, a rare thing for him before speaking again. "You don't have to be a socialite. Sometimes it's awesome to just observe people."
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 5, 2012 14:14:42 GMT -5
Marley half laughed and said, "I don't need to get dressed up and make myself look like a clown to go and judge people. I'd much rather do it on my own time somewhere where the music doesn't make me want to punch small children." She went to turn back to her drawing, but then turned to look back at Everett once again, a thought just occurring to her.
"Why do you care so much anyway? You just met me. Why does it matter if this random girl just doesn't want anything to do with humanity anymore?" She asked. "Why is it so important to you that I experience this stupid ball?" she continued, her tone turning into a bit of mockery toward the end.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 5, 2012 15:13:11 GMT -5
"I wasn't suggesting that you do," Everett said with a shrug. "It's not like the dance has a specific dress code." This was futile. Anybody else would have thought they were wasting their time, but Everett enjoyed wasting his time and to him it wasn't wasted unless he didn't want to be there.
He sighed as she turned back to the wall when she suddenly looked back at him again with a questioning look. "Uh, maybe because I'm not as much of a douchebag as my hair makes me look?" He tried the joke, but knew that she was probably looking for a more serious answer. Everett wasn't sure he had one. He tried to piece together his thoughts, his reasoning for it mattering. And then he finally tried to relay it to her. "Because...well, what's the point of being here if you're not going to experience life? I mean, yeah, a lot of shit goes on, but that's what life is. Why not experience it and see that some things it has to offer are actually pretty great and downright hilarious. It's important because you're a human being, no matter how hard you try to act cold. You could totally tell me to fuck off, but you haven't yet. Doesn't that count for something?"
He let his voice echo in the empty building before speaking again. "If you don't take the ball seriously, it's a lot more fun than it would have been. It's amusing. I'm going and my dancing is horrible."
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 5, 2012 15:23:45 GMT -5
"I dont try to act cold," Marley mumbled. It was just how she was. After years of abuse and instability her current state was what she was reduced to. "And I feel like even if I told you to fuck off you wouldn't have. You're like a little lost puppy or something," she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I don't have to explain myself to you. And going to the dance isn't some life changing experience that's magically going to make everything ok," she insisted. As much as she wished it would, she knew better.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 5, 2012 15:31:10 GMT -5
Of course. Something he said did not come out as he intended it to. "I didn't mean--" Everett began, but sighed, not knowing exactly how to explain himself. "You still didn't tell me to fuck off and you could have, regardless if I would have listened and I am not a lost puppy." For the first time since they'd started talking, he heard an edge in his voice in the last thing he said. "I'm trying to get to know you. It's what people do, Marley. You act as if I'm some sort of alien species." Where had their gentle conversation at Tim Horton's gone? Now the tension in the air was as thick as the smell of paint.
He felt wired still off of energy. The storm had ended, but it lingered in the air and perhaps that was intensifying his mood so much. "I never said it would magically make everything okay because that's a load of bullshit, but fine." He put his hands up as if to surrender and the lights around them flickered, a product of the energy coursing through him. And in that moment, he got an idea. It was a devious plan, one that would have made him smile except he ran the risk of Marley killing him. But he did it anyway. "I have a lot of energy coursing through me right now, so you should agree to go to the dance, get an experience for once that isn't you on your own being negative about everything, or I'll blow out the lights in this place."
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 5, 2012 15:48:54 GMT -5
Marley had turned to her paints, half ingoring anything else Everett had said again. It was getting repetitive and she didn't want any of it anymore. She looked through the cans for a certain color when the lights above her flickered. And what Everett said next shocked her and scared her and it was noticible in her voice when her head whipped around to face him and she said, "You wouldn't!" A bit of rage welled up inside her and one of the (luckily almost empty) paint cans explodded. She jumped slightly and realized quickly she needed to calm herself down of SHE might blow the lights herself. "You wouldn't do that!" she repeated, not sure if she believed it.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 5, 2012 15:54:20 GMT -5
Now Marely was simply ignoring him, turning to her wall. Everett wasn't an angry person, he was a nice person with maybe a little too much life in him, which is why it made having a power that dealt with energy difficult. He always felt like he was going to explode, but it wasn't as if he was irate. He was irritated, frustrated and that seemed to have an impact on his power. She'd finally turned to him when he'd made his threat. "It'd be really easy. It would actually help me release the energy. Electricity calls to me anyway." He could imagine that he could probably shock somebody right now with how charged he probably was.
He flinched when a nearby can exploded, backing up slightly. The lights above them were still flickering. The thing was, Everett hadn't been doing it on purpose at first, but now it was more intentional. "You sure? Because it seems like that's the sort of thing you expect people to do. I'd be just giving into your expectations of humanity, right?" God, what was he even saying? He was not used to acting like this and was even sort of freaked out by his behavior. "So give humanity a break and come to the dance."
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Post by emilybuj on Dec 6, 2012 22:59:12 GMT -5
Marley opened her mouth to fight back, but the flickering lights above her were making her more and more nervous each second. Like soon the flickering would stop on black and never come back. And Marley wouldn't be able to fix the lights in a place like that. No amount of energy could spontaneously rewire a full electrical system.
"Ugh!" Marley cried. "Fine! Whatever." She felt like punching Everett. "But yeah... you know, it does make you just like the rest of them. Using all this against me. I hope you know that." She narrowed her eyes. The sickest part was she'd have to go to the dance now. Because if there was one thing Marley NEVER did, it was break a promise.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 6, 2012 23:08:41 GMT -5
Everett didn't blow the lights out, but they did continue to flicker. And that was mostly because his energy was running haywire right now. God, the electrical feeling from the storm was still bothering him. He took a few deep breaths though and tried to calm himself. Although he needed to release the energy somehow, but he didn't want to do it in here. He couldn't blow out the lights after she'd said yes.
Did it make him like the rest of them? Everett felt slightly horrible about what he'd done, but he was just trying to get Marley to give people and life a chance. "I know, I'm a douchebag." He laughed, a little nervously.
"Shit, I need to get out of here," he muttered.
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